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Siena spluttered. ‘Fall for you? I couldn’t think of anything less likely to happen.’ Her words fell into a hole inside her and echoed painfully.
Siena lifted her chin, determined to get off that disturbing topic and claw back some control. ‘I am not going to be ritually humilated by you, whenever and wherever it takes your fancy.’
Andreas prowled closer and drew Siena’s lace panties from his pocket, holding them up. Siena died a small death.
‘It takes two to tango, Siena, and you were with me every second of the way back there. To be honest I hadn’t expected you to be a back seat of the car kind of woman.’
Siena lifted her hand to grab her underwear but Andreas snatched them back out of her reach and then deposited the lacy scrap of material back into his pocket. Without realising he’d even moved, Siena found herself with her back against the main door of the apartment, her wrist held high in Andreas’s hand, above her head. He was pressing against her and she could feel herself responding to that tall muscular length all over again. The heated insanity of what had happened came back in lurid Technicolor.
‘Let me go,’ Siena gritted out, desperately afraid of how susceptible she was.
He shook his head and his eyes glowed like dark jewels. ‘Never. You’re mine now, Siena, until I say so.’
And then he bent his head and his mouth found hers, and when she tried to turn her head away he only brought his free hand to her head and held her there, captive, as he kissed and stroked her weak resistance away with his clever tongue.
Siena was so full of turbulent emotions and sensations that it was almost a relief to give in to the sheer physicality of the moment. Here, with Andreas kissing her like this, she couldn’t think. And she didn’t want to.
When he finally released her hand she found herself, not pushing him away but clutching his shoulders, before finding that her hand was sneaking underneath his jacket, to push it off.
Their mouths were fused together, tongues a tangle of heated lust, and when Andreas removed his hands so that he could shrug off his jacket Siena sought and found his bow-tie, undoing it so that she could open the top button of his shirt.
In some very dim place she told herself that she had a desire to see him as undone as she felt, but in truth she just had a growing need to see him naked.
Siena felt her zip being pulled down again, and it was almost a relief to have her breasts freed. Andreas’s mouth and tongue was a potent memory. She wanted to feel him again. Her hands took his head, guiding him away from her mouth and down…
Only minutes after she’d stood in front of him, vowing she hated him, Andreas’s mouth was on her breast and Siena was once again reduced to some writhing wanton. But her mind skittered weakly away from that anomaly.
Siena felt feverish. Her legs were weak. But she couldn’t move. Andreas had straightened and was opening his shirt, ripping it off, and Siena’s eyes grew huge and round as she took in his olive-skinned magnificence. Not an ounce of fat. All lean muscle. Flat brown nipples enticed her to lean forward and touch with her tongue, exploring his salty taste.
Andreas groaned softly and slid his hand into her hair. After a minute of her mouth torturing him with some pseudo-innocent touch she must have learned somewhere Andreas dragged her head back. Her mouth was open, she was panting slightly, and her eyes were wide and slumberous, pupils dilated. His erection thickened and with an impatient hand he undid his belt and zip, pulling down his trousers and his briefs with them. He had to have Siena now. He couldn’t even move from this spot. He was aware that he was about to take her exactly as he’d fantasised five years ago, standing up, like some kind of feral animal. But he didn’t care.
All he could see was that white-blonde hair tumbled over bare shoulders, her full round breasts, flushed and moist from his touch and his mouth. All he could think about was how her nipples had felt against his tongue—tight and puckered—the way she’d moaned when he touched her there.
Feeling ruthless, Andreas kicked away his clothes. He was naked now, and Siena’s eyes grew bigger as she looked down his body, making him throb with a need to be inside her, thrusting up into the tight core of her body, seeking his release. Finally.
Cursing softly, having a flash of clarity at the last moment, Andreas reached down and pulled protection from his jacket, fumbling in a way he hadn’t in a long time as he ripped it open and stroked the rubber along his length.
The scent of Siena’s arousal hit
him like a ton of bricks and, unable to stop himself, he fell to his knees before her, pulling her dress down all the way until it pooled at her feet in a tangle of chiffon and lace. Now she wore only her shoes, and Andreas removed them, hearing her husky, hesitant-sounding entreaty.
‘Andreas…’
He ignored it.
His need was too strong to resist.
She was more than he could have ever imagined in his fantasies. Long slender limbs, pale all over. A triangle of blonde curls between her legs. Andreas knelt there and parted her thighs. He could feel her resistance but said gutturally, ‘Let me taste you.’
After a second when her legs trembled so lightly he might have imagined it her resistance faltered and Andreas bared her to him, his mouth and tongue seeking and finding her essence, revelling in her sweetly musky smell and taste.
Her hand was in his hair, gripping tightly enough to be painful, but it only fired him up even more. He could feel his erection strain against its rubber confinement between his legs and knew he couldn’t wait. There would be more time to savour her later. But now he had to have her. He had to be buried so deep inside her that he would forget his own name.
Andreas surged up and just managed to catch Siena before she collapsed. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her back arch into him, her breasts crushed against his chest.
‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ he instructed roughly.
Siena put her arms around his neck, and then her legs were wrapped around his waist. Andreas hitched her up and rested her back against the door, so that it would take some of her weight, even though she felt as light as a feather.
